Metanoir | #ShawRocketPrize

Metanoir | #ShawRocketPrize

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"...so what do you think happens to a person if their azmosis is too low..?" He quietly asked slowing the pace at which he spoke, trying to mask his clear nervousness. Zuri would soon find out. -- As a government attempt to lower crime rates and promote world peace, a new technology has been invented that scores a person based on the number of good or bad deeds a person has committed. Everyone starts at a hundred-- a perfect score but with every moral oddity that the system finds, points are deducted. They can be gained too, if a person does a good deed, saves a life or acts in a way that's deemed commendable. They call this score azymus. It dictates a person's occupation, wealth, to whom their heart is allowed to yearn for, what dreams were already shattered or could be fulfilled; in essence, their very place in this world. #ShawRocketPrize Entry Word Count : 1489
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